rundown high-crime neighborhood sliced in two by the expressway.
Neither Nazario, on the telephone, nor Stone, at a computer terminal, acknowledged me or my no-nonsense escort as we exited the elevator. The usual banter, good humor, and camaraderie that characterizes most detective bureaus was absent here.
âHow is the lieutenant today?â I asked the tiny middle-aged secretary. âIn a good mood?â
She rolled her eyes, then tapped gingerly on Rileyâs door, standing aside, out of the line of fire, the same technique cops use when knocking on the front doors of deranged homicide suspects holed up with shotguns. I winked at her and breezed into the lionâs den.
âMontero!â Riley checked her watch, startled by my prompt arrival. I smiled instinctively as our eyes connected. All copsâ lives are tough, but theyâre far tougher for the women. I respect those who succeed at it.
She cocked her head and motioned me to a chair without returning my smile. âSit,â she ordered.
Her straw-colored hair was shoulder length, with a slight natural wave. Tanned, fit, and sleek as a Thoroughbred, she didnât have an extra ounce of weight on her athletic frame. Her cream-color blouse was crisp and sharply tailored, and she wore her gun at the waist of her fitted beige slacks. A matching jacket hung from the back of her chair.
âSo,â she said. âYouâre planning a story about us.â
âFor the Sunday magazine.â
âAnd to what do we owe this honor?â She lifted her eyebrows and regarded me the way she would a hostile suspect. âYou wonât find any scandal in my unit.â
âI donât expect to,â I said. âThe editor agrees that the Cold Case Squadâs success is a good story.â
âI didnât know you covered good news.â
âEvery chance I get,â I said deliberately. âToo bad thereâs so little around here.â
âTouché.â Her smile was ironic. âGiven the current state of the department, you know the brass will buy anything that may improve our image. But youâve written a lot of the stories that have made us look bad.â
âIt was news, Lieutenant. Not designed to make anybody look good or bad, just news. If something or somebody looked bad itâs because they were. I had nothing to do with it.â
âThatâs debatable,â she said. âYou and I have butted heads enough times that you know exactly where I stand. My job is closing cases, not selling newspapers. If it was up to me, we wouldnât be here right now. But itâs not up to me. The chief wants to cooperate, so thatâs what Iâm doing, one hundred percent.â
âGreat,â I said earnestly. âItâll be a good read.â
âIâll settle for accurate,â she said, with an odd smile. âSince Iâm the supervisor, I thought it strange that you didnât come to me first.â She toyed with a metal paperweight in the shape of a hand grenade. âWhy was I last to know?â
Oh, shit, I thought, an ego thing. I hate it when women professionals act like men.
âYou know how the department is,â I said, a hint of exasperation in my voice. âThey insist that everything go through PIO first. I assumed theyâd call you.â
âThey did,â she said softly, âbut not until after I heard it elsewhere.â She smiled slightly. âKenny Macâyou know, Major McDonaldâhe happened to mention it.â
Kenny Mac? Where did that alias come from? A pet name?
âOh, right,â I said. âI ran into him outside PIO and told him that Diaz planned to bounce it off the chief.â
âJust donât screw around with my unit, Montero.â She leaned forward, eyes intense. âMy guys donât need any heat, any problems generated by the press. This isthe best team Iâve ever worked with.
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